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In such a scene of tiread and woe. 



Well might be m;ike a solemn vow. 



That if some Mercy-loving Pow'r 



Should guard him in that evil hour. 



To him a stately fane should rise, 



A refuge from these wrathful skies, 



A monument of gratitude 



Amid tiiis tiery solitude ! 



Perhaps the prayer was not in vain. 



And iienee this fabric decks the plain. 



And if, as old traditions say, 



The spirit, parted from its clay, 



Shall still with former feelings throng 



Round scenes and objects lov'd so long^ 



How must it gratify his shade, 



To hear the liomage hourly paid. 



To hear the fainting traveller ciy, 



With throbbing breast, and tear-dimm'd eye. 



" A thousand bles-ings on the hand 



" That first these sacred turrets planned, 



" And plac'd this kind asylum here, 



" The lone way-faring man to cheer !" 



England ! my country I tho' thou art 

 Entuin'd around my very lieart, 

 Canst thou the solemn truth deny, 

 A truth im]iress'd on every eye. 

 That while one stranger houseless lies 

 Beneath thine ever-varying skies. 

 Thou art in charity outdone 

 liy Asia's rude, untutor'd son I 



Btttticaloa, Oct. 1815. 



ADDRESS OF WINTER, TO TIMOUR. 



Versified from Sir John Malcolm's History of Persia. 



By Miss Porden. 



Keen blew the sleety gale, the scene was drear. 

 One sheet of white the hills and plains appear. 

 Vast bh)cks of ice obstruct ihe rapid floods, 

 And hills ((f snow conceal tlie sable woods. 

 Nor bird, r.or beast, nor living thing was seen, 

 Nor flower, nor fruit, nor blade of herbage green 5 

 All Nature knew the appointed time of rest. 

 And sheltered, slept in earth's maternal breast. 



Man': 



